Glad to be a number in the great machine
And my back hurts so I won't say a thing
Glad to be a number in the great machine
But I want my teeth back, from every doctor I've been to alone
I cracked both my wrists trying to keep from falling down
There's blood pouring out of my socks, burning water in my eyes
Ripping off my nails as a pastime, oh what a nice life
Cause I don't want your facial scars near my plate
Cause I don't want your scarring words near my face
Cause I am only here for such a short time
Cause fuck you man!